From the Ashes... A new king's day?

[Shukuen]

"Sulking, page not found," Leets murmured dejectedly. He leaned against the wall dizzily, though in truth, he was considering his options. Steeling himself, he tried to reach into his mental drawer of tricks, and pulled out the file on stealth.

"Stealing from police. Report report report," he snickered, weaving off towards a guard station in hopes of finding a hint of the Preacher's location.

[Dracos]

It was, indeed, disoreinting, and he could tell quickly his stealth skills were not up to their top as travel forth he did to the guard station, near the center of town, wavering from time to time on his feet.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets hid out near the police station, half of him wanting to burst in and find what he needed regardless of the consequences. He forcibly ignored that half, willing what little focus he had to recovering to as close as full to possible for what he had to do, and hoped it would be before he had to get back to the others.

[Dracos]

Focusing, or what accounted for it, did not help the disjunction between his mind and body, the strange confusion behind each motion that left him lurching more than walking smoothly.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

OOC: Offcamera searching
IC:
Leets was persistent, Leets was dogged, but luck just wasn't with him.  Returning to where the others were ready to go, he was empty handed, his skill not bringing up hide nor hair of the strange preacher.

Dracos

[Dracos]

"Find what you were looking for?" Viki asked the frowning thief.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

"No. He's either gone or doesn't exist," Leets responded, somewhat frustrated. With the things they've seen, he wouldn't be surprised at the latter.

[Dracos]

"That's too bad," She said obtusely, not really knowing why he left.  "Well, let's get moving then.  maybe he'll be back when we return."

Dracos

[Merc]

Felix yawns as he finally brings himself up into an awakened state, no draconic alarms (they certainly do feel draconic with their bellowing noise at least) telling him to revive, only his own internal clock to push him into action lest he waste away. Looking for the rest of his companions he heads to the kitchens were he last heard anything from, searching for Jan, Leets or Mary.

[Dracos]

He finds them easily enough, the crew gathered now downstairs in the inn, well fed and rested.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"We're going to the Tower now. Or to be precise, we're going to the area right outside the tower. Viki's power of teleportation can only take us somewhere we've been before, so we'll need to concentrate on how the area looked and we'll be whisked there."

Having said his peace, Jan began loading his bag with odds and ends he had retrieved from the car, the bag of weaponry heavy in his arms.

[Dracos]

Gathering there things, the five companions, and the cute lady making it all possible, gathered readily, thinking thoughts of the desert far away... and with the feeling of a whoosh they found themselves standing in the hot sands, the sun bearing down on them, a familiar tower rising above the world right before them.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"This is it..." Jan felt a shiver run down his spine, but embraced the warmth and heat of the world outside as he acknowledged the sensation of fear. "Let's do this...for Fizban."

He cocked a shotgun meaningfully as he began crossing the sands towards the Tower.

[Dracos]

The tower stairs ominiously lead up from the sands to the same steely cold gate that had blocked them in the past.  The face twisted forth from the metal to greet them.

"Halt.... Only those who bear the star of heaven may enter here."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

Jan presented the starstone, deciding not to level the shotgun barrel towards the door. At least, not yet. "Let us in, then."